KidzTalk - Recent questions tagged eight

I’m kinda worried that people are gonna think my friend and I are dating

Sun, 17 May 2026 18:32:14 +0000

I’m in 7th grade and 7th graders like to make drama out of everything

I can’t wait to get to hang out with him on our school trip, though!

Until dusk…

~ Umber <they/them>

he said I was his one true friend

Sun, 17 May 2026 06:16:57 +0000

I’m so glad I mean something to my irl friend, V

He also said that E doesn’t really have any friends that actually treat him well… I wish I could be a friend for E who is actually good, but I have no idea how to reach out anymore. That window has long passed.

One of V’s close “friends” is starting to really dislike him because V is bi and that “friend” is homophobic

V also said that E isn’t all that good at treating his friends well either… I guess he hasn’t ever had nobody to talk to and no friends so he doesn’t understand…

But also, my former crush, who’s E’s friend hit E before and like not as a joke and just doesn’t treat him well at all, yet he refuses to stop being friends with her.

My god, I can’t believe that I used to have a crush on that girl. She makes the most disrespectful comments about autism and is just rather mean in general.

People are just jerks :(

But not V

He’s a good guy

:)

Oh shoot, look at the time! Time to sleep. Fr this time.

If you see me log back on to kt within the next few hours after making this post, be disappointed in me.

Until dusk…

~ Umber <they/them>

Eight facts I know about you!

Tue, 14 Mar 2017 14:34:14 +0000

1. You are reading this.

2. You cant say the letter m

without touching your lips.

3. You just tried it.

5. Your smiling.

6. You didn't notice that I skipped #4.

7. You just checked.

8. Your smiling again.

I hope you liked this joke!

When I Need You Most, Chapter Eight

Sat, 11 Jun 2016 16:46:03 +0000

Ben looked nothing like Georgia. If you saw him at a glance, you'd think I was crazy.

They totally look alike! You might say. Look at the hair! The eyes!

But you have to look at someone's entire face to tell what they look like. Ben was stronger, it was obvious. And he looked like someone who'd truly suffered, unlike Georgia who looked so... innocent. We introduced ourselves and hatched a plan. I biked home and put together a bag with some clothes, a first aide kit, a tent, a blanket, a sleeping bag, and a few other things. I also added a waterproof pouch with some toiletries, my IPod, and my lifesavings: $402.56. I've always been good at saving... I was planning on using it to buy a hovercraft. But now, a hovercraft seems pointless. I also get my biggest backpack and fill it with as much food as I can fit. Before I leave, I write a note.

Mom, Dad-

By the time you read this, I'll be long gone, I'm sure. I can't tell you where I'm going, because I'm not exactly sure myself. I went with Ben and Georgia O'Brien. You don't know them. We're going to find Maysie. Dad, you've always taught me not to lie. So I'm not going to tell you that I'm going to come back. I'm not going to tell you I'll be okay. Because, Mom and Dad, I honestly don't think I will. But living while knowing that Maysie could have survived if I didn't stay home is worse than death in my opinion. You can send the police but we're not coming back quietly. Dad, I don't know if you know why I'm saying Maysie might die. Mom, if he doesn't know you better tell him. It's not your fault. I love you.

Your Daughter,

Emmaline

Alice and Olivia Chapter Eight

Fri, 08 Apr 2016 10:59:50 +0000

When I told Mom about my disaster of a day, she was anything but sympathetic.

"Olivia's different, Alice. In fact, I think you should stop playing with Ellie and those girls and more focusing on Olivia, at least until she's adjusted.".

"When will she be adjusted?" I asked.

"Oh, when she's like the other kids I suppose.". That's when I lost it.

"MOM, OLIVIA WILL NEVER BE LIKE THE OTHER KIDS! I'M SICK OF BABYSITTING AND LOSING FRIENDS BECAUSE OF HER!" I screamed so loud the neighbors could hear.

"Alice Siena Taylor! Go to your room!" Mom shouted. "Here Olivia, I made cookies.". But instead of going to my room, I stayed put.

"I'm leaving!" I said, then ran to the garage, got on my bike, and left.